This story is a continuation of the Blind Man Sees Ch 01. It picks up on the events that followed Ronnie's first visit to my house. Just like in Chapter One, the story is 98% true. Enjoy. When I woke up the next morning, I was as mellow as I had been in many years. I ran the previous night's events through my mind again. A total stranger had come to my hous...
Swan's Song: Birds of a Feather CHAPTER 4 Swan had quite a day already, and it was only early evening. After sleeping in, she, Cardy and Ory all went to get massages. Then she had a perfumed bath, a delectable lunch, followed by a trip to the salon for her nails and hair. She felt like she should have been exhausted, but the whole day was so relaxing that...
Angel was a simple girl of average height, her blonde hair made even men crave vanilla, her eyes glistened like gems of gorgeous emeralds magnified by her glasses, her skin though covered in 25 years of scars it still glowed like porcelain, her body plump and round in healthy 200 lbs. but was still curvy with bouncing DD-cup breasts and a bountiful butt. H...
It was nice to be asked to do a piece of plumbing work on my own merit rather than a pretext to get me there for sex, I deluded myself as I dangled, upside down, underneath Hilde's bath to fix a leak. It was a tight fit inside the small and narrow room, it was little more than a corridor with a small plastic bath along the wall to the right, a toilet at the...
He awoke he next morning and admired the lithe and curvaceous naked body that was entangled in the sheets next to him. He shook his head as he recalled the events of another unforgettable nights. Slowly she stirred from a deep sleep. "Hi beautiful," he said. "Hi sexy," she replied as he leaned over to softly kiss her. "Can I say that you are amazing!" h...
Something was up. If Jo Jo was coming all the way to Northside Avenue, something was up. It was a twenty-five mile drive. Estimating his time of arrival was at least as hard as picking a roulette number--straight up. Ellis was in the middle of his second game of pool. He had to do something; he couldn't just sit. The break was decent. The One ball was almo...
Note- This fictional story is only based on actual persons and events related here never took place. I have never been to the club myself, so some details may be different to the real thing. ***** Kaley Cuoco had gushed for over a week about Club Joi on East Jefferson in Los Angeles and had eagerly filled out the simple membership online and had gotten a w...
It was my own fault, after all I volunteered. I had to go to Germany on short notice at the weekend. In this time of digital communications and video conferencing there are still those times when there is just no substitute for being there. I phoned Angie, my wife and asked her to come with me. I would have to work Saturday morning but after that I would tak...
The tall exotically beautiful woman stood outside the entrance to the jail waiting patiently in the fine misting rain. Her name was Shantanaya but most of those who knew her called her 'Tanaya. Finally the small door set into the larger doors opened and 'Tanaya watched as a rather large huskily built guy emerged from the door. He paused and glanced around be...
My usual style is to rush through a story at as quick a pace as possible. For some it is too hurried. So this time atmosphere has been built, slowly. If like me you like to 'get at it' then skip the first twenty or so paragraphs. * Deirdre sat in the car wondering what was to happen next. Mister Smith had stopped to go shopping. How could he casually walk...